Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 940: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

Xuan Yanjing was shocked to hear Lingyao being so direct and not giving any face.

He curled his lips and muttered softly: "Then why can't you indulge me now."

The words were so unreasonable that Lingyao laughed. She simply grabbed the man and continued practicing, not giving him any chance to behave. After arranging the tasks, she left Chuntao to supervise him and left on the pretext of dealing with the affairs of the Spring Banquet.

Xuan Yanjing gritted his teeth in anger, thinking that all those stories in the books were lies. What happened to the promise that if you just acted coquettishly you would be spoiled to the skies?!

Xiao Fuzi, who was reading the storybook with him, didn't know what Xuan Yanjing was thinking. If she knew, she would probably have complained in her heart, but the person who complained was Xuan Yanjing.

Stop, stop, stop. Your Highness, you must be mistaken. As a eunuch, when he reads storybooks, he always imagines himself as a domineering prince and a cold-faced guard. How come Your Highness, the Crown Prince, imagines himself as a favorite concubine and a young lady?

Although Xuan Yanjing was angry in his heart, thinking that Lingyao didn't cherish her after getting her, he didn't dare to really make trouble with Lingyao, so he had to finish the day's training under Chuntao's supervision.

At night, after he finished his bath, he lay on the bed like a dead fish that had been tossed around badly, without even tying his bathrobe.

When Lingyao came over with the things, this was the scene she saw.

Xuan Yanjing heard the noise without even lifting a finger. There was only one person who dared to rush directly into his bedroom like this.

But he was unhappy today and didn't want to pay attention to her for the time being... At least, he couldn't take the initiative to talk to her.

Lingyao came over and lit the agarwood in her hand for Xuan Yanjing.

The elegant and soothing fragrance drifted over with the wind. Xuan Yanjing moved his nose, tilted his head to look in Lingyao's direction, and just looked at her.

Still didn't speak.

In his eyes, Lingyao was wearing a stone-blue palace dress, with slightly furrowed eyebrows. Although she was not wearing any black makeup, she had a clear and sharp look, and her pupils were like obsidian immersed in shallow water.

When lighting the lamp, he lowered his eyes with concentration, and when he raised his eyes, he had a kind of calmness that seemed to understand the world.

Xuan Yanjing liked her more and more the more he looked at her, and couldn't help but smile.

He even suspected that Lingyao had ordered some kind of love potion, otherwise why would she immediately draw his attention away.

Unfortunately, the person in my eyes doesn't seem to be aware of this and is too unromantic.

Seeing him smile at her, she was a little confused.

"why are you laughing?"

Lingyao really felt a little scared. When he just came in, he looked angry, so why did he suddenly laugh now?

It’s really hard to guess what men are thinking!

Xuan Yanjing immediately tightened his lips, straightening his lip lines. He said directly, "I'm not laughing. How could I be laughing?"

Lingyao: “…” The puppy laughed.

Xuan Yanjing turned his head away again.

Lingyao had to finish her words: "Try not to interact with the princes at the Spring Banquet in the next few days, okay?"

Xuan Yanjing was not familiar with the princes and princesses. At such banquets, everyone usually gathered in groups of three or five, but they all avoided him.

After hearing Lingyao's reminder, Xuan Yanjing thought she was worrying too much. They would not pay any attention to him at all.

Lingyao lit the agarwood she had just received for Xuan Yanjing and left. Xuan Yanjing felt sleepy and wondered when she could move in with him.

When can he choose the Crown Princess?

The Spring Banquet is coming soon, and Lingyao, as the head of the three female officials, is quite busy.

Just after the Waking of Insects, the peach and crabapple trees in the imperial garden bloomed in full bloom.

The emperor and the imperial concubine sat under the main seat canopy, both dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Several princes and princesses, as well as the royal relatives who were invited to come, were sitting around

Xuan Yanjing sat at the head of the princes, but his presence was pitifully low. He did not wear bright and eye-catching clothes as usual, but instead wore a dark black outfit.

His black hair was tied up with a black jade hairpin, a few strands of hair hanging in front of his forehead, fluttering slightly in the wind. He had practiced swordsmanship before coming here this morning, and the corners of his robe were a little dusty, but he didn't look disheveled, but rather had a sense of desolation.

At this time he was just sitting down, no one cared about him, and he didn't care about others at all.

His fingertips played with an ebony token, the distinct knuckles of his fingers contrasting with the black cuffs, making his skin look even colder and paler. From a distance, he looked like a black pine tree by the water.

Among all the princes, the one who attracts the most attention and is favored by everyone is the third prince, who is currently in the favor of his mother.

The Third Prince was still dressed in snow-white clothes today, with handsome and cold features, like a solitary snowy mountain in the distance, proud and unattainable.

The emperor, sitting high on the throne, talked with him several times. The fatherly kindness and filial piety of the son made all the princes seem like background figures, including Xuan Yanjing, who was originally the crown prince.

I don’t know how the conversation went on, but Xuan Yanjing, who was sitting in the hall, was suddenly called.

"I only know a little bit. I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been leaving the palace less and less lately. He has been studying in seclusion in the palace, almost in seclusion. Compared to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I seem a bit pretentious."

Xuan Qingxu glanced at Xuan Yanjing who was sitting there stuffing a piece of meat into his mouth.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of disdain flashing across his eyes.

Although he is the crown prince, he only knows how to eat, drink and have fun every day. His mother has spoiled him since he was a child and gave him all kinds of fun things. Even his own mother cannot compare with him. However, he has no gratitude at all, and instead indulges in pleasure.

How can he be worthy of the status of the crown prince?

The emperor was also stunned when he heard Xuan Qingxu's words. He hadn't heard about Xuan Yanjing for a long time.

Before, from time to time, he would be reported for some trivial matters or because Xuan Yanjing did some outrageous things.

But in the past two months, it seems that few people have mentioned him.

The emperor glanced at the princes before his gaze fell on Xuan Yanjing.

"Oh? Really? Then, Prince, tell me, what do you think of what I just said?"

The ministers below the stage had different expressions on their faces, thinking in their hearts that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would be punished again today. After all, when had he ever given a satisfactory answer to any of the questions thrown by the Emperor before?

Even the princes, who had originally been dimmed by the Third Prince's brilliance, showed some gloating looks.

Xuan Yanjing actually didn't care at all about whether he was the crown prince or not, or whether he would inherit the throne or not, but some things were originally his, belonging to his mother, and the Helian family behind his mother.

Even if everyone accuses him of being unworthy, he will never give up his position voluntarily.

Fortunately, he had learned a lot during this period of time, just as the third prince said.

Even the question raised by the emperor could be easily answered by Xuan Yanjing.

After all, Lingyao had taught him similar questions, and the answers she gave were much better than those given by the Third Prince.

Xuan Yanjing stood up and saluted, looking at Xuan Qingxu who was holding his chin up and looking unattainable.

It’s obviously cold-faced, why do she look so cute and the third prince deserves a beating...

Xuan Yanjing turned his gaze to the emperor sitting high on the throne, his father. After bowing slightly, his clear voice rang out in the banquet.

"I believe that the way to control floods should be to dredge them as the main principle, supplemented by consolidation and prevention, and flow control. It should also follow the weather and observe the terrain. This is the only long-term solution..."

Xuan Yanjing spoke eloquently and even cited two examples from the previous dynasty, completely different from his previous appearance of a useless person.

The emperor was overjoyed after hearing this and praised him repeatedly, "Excellent! You are indeed my prince! When I was your age, I wasn't as thorough as you in handling these matters. When Qingxu said you had been in seclusion for two months studying, I was a little skeptical. I never thought you would be so motivated."

"As the crown prince of a country, this is what you should do. From now on, you will come to Baohua Palace regularly to handle my affairs..."

The emperor praised Xuan Yanjing several times in a row. Xuan Yanjing listened without much emotion. When she was young, she wanted to get her father's approval very much and did a lot for it. In the end, she failed one by one under the "care" of the imperial concubine. Now she really got the praise from her father.

It's like getting an expired candy. I hold it in my hand but dare not eat it.

The smile on the face of the imperial concubine sitting next to her had become a little stiff. Although she was still agreeing with the emperor's praise of Xuan Yanjing, her fingers on one side were actually tightly gripping the armrest of the chair.

How could Xuan Yanjing know all this? Could it be that Concubine Wen really dares to teach him his lessons?

But the other people supervising the Prince's Palace also reported back that there was nothing unusual. What on earth was going on...

The third prince, who was waiting for Xuan Yanjing to make a fool of himself but failed and was instantly reduced to a foil, also changed his expression.

Isn't Xuan Yanjing just an uneducated waste? How could he know all this and even think of a method that he hadn't thought of.

The faces of everyone at the flower-viewing banquet were like an overturned seasoning box, with a mixture of various emotions.

Xuan Yanjing, on the other hand, was relatively calm. After answering the question, he sat back calmly.

He felt like leaving. He hadn't spoken to her all day and missed her a little.

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